It has become tradition, everytime I come back to Spain, to take photos on this wall in the backyard of my Mom’s house. This mountain is like looking into my past, I grew up with this view, I know it like the back of my hand and as I have gotten older, I’ve begun to appreciate how calming such a familiarity can be. Its funny, what I used to resent about the countryside as a teenager is what I love the most about it now. This is what I threw on this afternoon to walk the dog in the vineyards – I wish it was warm enough in Paris for shorts & Converse! More tomorrow!